l.a. n.y

‘And I’m on the bleachers’

Originally posted by thedolangifs

Requested:  can u make one where gray is a football player and ur in band and he’s always noticed u

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1,580

Grayson Dolan x Reader

(y/f/n) = your friends name (y/l/n) = your last name

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I grabbed my tenor carrier and placed it on my shoulders, letting out a big sigh when our band director yelled for the drumline to hurry up.

“He’s a dick, you know?” (y/f/n) said placing the snare down on her carrier. 

I huffed, pulling my hair out from beneath the carrier and threw it up in a messy bun, grabbing my sticks off the shelf. 

“I really can’t fucking stand him anyways, making us come out here in like 94 degree weather and we have all this shit on. Like, why can’t we just march around and act like we’re playing?” I grumbled slowly walking down the stairs of our school stadium. 

“Yeah and it’s Tuesday which means we share the stadium with the football players.” (y/f/n) jumped off the last step almost falling over. 

“Hurry up drumline!” Our band director yelled.

“Fuck him. We still have to warm up anyways.” (y/f/n) was the drumline captain. She hardly did anything that our band director did and she truly didn’t care but damn did our drumline sound good. We were the best thing of this band. 

I let out a laugh and watched the football players warm up and some were mocking our group but hell, at least they don’t mock the drumline. My eyes landed on one football player - Grayson Dolan. Man, that kid had some good genes if I had to be honest. 

“Drumline!” I broke my gaze and looked over at our band director who you could tell from on the field that he was pissed at us. “Get to your set now! Silent rehearsal!” 

“Oh, drumline!” I looked over an seen the football players laughing. 

“Fuck them.” (y/f/n) mumbled walking to her set. 

Practice went by slower than ever. Our director was mainly yelling at us today but that was nothing new. I hated him with all my heart and soul. 

“Drumline, you owe me one lap!” He yelled over the intercom, the whole drumline groaning. 

I threw my sticks down and dropped my drum on the ground waiting for (y/f/n) to hurry up. 

“Come on.” I yelled fixing my bun. She yelled back and sat her drum down beside me and we began jogging. The football players were busy dancing around now since their practice was officially over for the day. My eyes landed on Grayson once again but this time, we both made eye contact, leaving Grayson there with a smirk plastered across his face. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I whispered to (y/f/n), “I made eye contact with Grayson.” She looked back.

“He’s watching you.” She whispered. 

“Dammit.” I groaned earning a laugh from her. 

We finally did the lap and grabbed our drums. The rest of the line finished before us because we didn’t really care. 

“I can’t wait to see him Friday night.”

“See who?”

I jumped and turned around, Grayson was leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face still. 

“When did you get right there?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Don’t worry about it, but hey, I can’t wait to see you Friday night either, (y/n).” He winked at me and walked away leaving me there with my mouth wide open. 

“Okay!” (y/f/n) screamed giving you a slap on your butt.

“This is ridiculous.” 


It was finally Friday night and my nerves have been crazy ever since Grayson talked to me Tuesday afternoon. I haven’t been playing good at all and I haven’t even talked to my line barely. I’m just too nervous.

I walked into the school, my feet sliding against the floor. (y/f/n) was already at the drumline closet getting her stuff out. 

“Hey.” I mumbled leaning against the wall. 

“Hey!” She smiled at me and handed me my carrier. “Better not fuck up the banner tonight.” She yelled from the closet. 

I just laughed and threw my hair into another messy bun. I quickly said hey to the guard members and grabbed my uniform from the band room. The gym door flew opened, revealing Grayson and Ethan. Grayson winked at me and walked towards the field, leaving me there speechless once again. 

I sighed and shook my head tossing my uniform down on the ground, sliding down the wall. 

“Why does he have to notice me now?” I rubbed my face and looked over at (y/f/n).

“I don’t know but your head better be on straight.” She walked outside with the rest of the band leaving me there.

“Hurry up, (y/l/n).” I looked over an saw the band director, he shook his head then did the biggest eye roll ever.

I quickly got dressed and lined up with the rest of the line. We all walked down to the field and my eyes immediately went to number 47. He turned around and let out a smile when he saw you. Never has a football player noticed a band kid at our high school. (y/f/n) nudged me in the arm making me look forward and notice our director glaring at me. 

“You know he wants to talk to you right?” I looked over and furrowed my eyebrows at her.

“No?”

“Well he does.”

Before I could answer, our director pulled me to the side and directed me to take my drum off. 

“(y/n), your drumming has been very off this week and you have been going in and out of space. I know I shouldn’t be doing this but I’m going to let you play tonight even though I shouldn’t. Get your head in the game and don’t fuck up.” he patted my back and walked away leaving me there pissed off. 

“Line up!” He yelled. 

I threw my drum back on and walked to my spot and let out a big sigh. 

Once the banner was finished, we all filed into the bleachers. My focus stayed on Grayson. I don’t know why he decided to talk to me all of the sudden but hell, I really loved the attention. Our high school was winning but they can all say thanks to Ethan and Grayson for getting all those touchdowns. 

“Get ready! They’re fixing to score again!” 

Grayson scored another touchdown making me scream. (Y/f/n) rolled her eyes and let out a laugh. Grayson looked back at me an winked making me blush. 


“Drumline, you’re cleaning the stadium tonight!” 

I rolled my eyes and tossed my sticks on the drum. 

“Chill it with the attitude, (y/l/n).”

“Fuck this, I’ll just go get the trash can.” I jogged down the stairs and grabbed the trash can, placing it underneath (y/f/n). I looked around and seen the twins taking pictures with their parents. It was their senior year and after every game, whether they won or lost, their family took pictures with them. I felt a smile creep onto my face.

“Yo (y/n).” I jumped and shoved (y/f/n)’s hands out of my face. “Come on, we’re done.” 

I put the trash can back and grabbed all my equipment and let out a sigh. Grayson probably wasn’t even going to talk to me. I mean, I’m not that popular anyways so what’s the point. 

“Later guys!” I laughed at (y/f/n).

“You’re so fake.” 

“It’s my duty to be nice to my line, (y/n).”

 I tossed my carrier on the rack, turning around and smacking into someones body. I jerked my head up and seen Grayson smiling down at me.

“Can we talk alone?” He questioned.

“Sure.” 

I grabbed my belongings and told (y/f/n) bye and walked with Grayson out to my car.

“So,” I mumbled tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“I- um- I was wondering if you actually wanted to go on a date with me?”

I let out a laugh and tossed my stuff in the backseat of my car.

“A date? With me? A stupid band kid. You know you’ll get made fun of.” 

He shrugged his shoulders and leaned against my car. “I hope you know (y/n) that you’re actually pretty known around the school and you’re quite popular. You aren’t like the other band kids, they’re nerds and you have a bit of spunk in you that just made me become attracted to you.”

I chuckled and rolled my eyes earning a sigh from him. “Really feel like this is a bet.” 

“It’s not!” He got closer to me, making me blush.

“Gray-”

He cut me off by smashing his lips onto mine. I was shocked but soon relaxed into the kiss, letting my fingers get tangled in his hair. His tongue swiped across my bottom lip but I smirked, pulling back.

“What’s that for?” He mumbled pushing a piece of my fallen hair back.

“We haven’t even went on a first date and you already wanna swap spit. How classy.” I laughed and opened my car door. 

“Well, how about a date tomorrow night, at six?”

I raised my eyebrow and looked down, “Sure.” 

Grayson smiled and left a kiss on my cheek, “See ya later, (y/l/n).”

“See ya later, Dolan.” 

Grayson winked at me and jogged over to his car where his brother was busy playing on his phone. I can’t believe this is happening.

“So?” I jumped and turned around seeing (y/f/n) at her car smiling at me.

“Ya girl got a date tomorrow night at 6!” 

She squealed and gave me a high five over the top of her car.

“Good luck.” She gave me a wink and got into her car, driving off.

I smiled, turning my car on and backing out, looking over at Grayson who was steady watching my car. I bit my lip and drove off with my cheeks blushing and already wondering what I was going to wear tomorrow.

CLASSIFIED // PART 1

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Words: 1092
Pairing: Avengers x Fem!Reader w/ an eventual Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Warnings: mentions of death

This series will be a lot of parts, idk how many yet, but it starts off after The Avengers and before Age of Ultron and will carry on up to Civil War.

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED IN FUTURE PARTS

Summary: After a family tragedy, Y/N’s life gets flipped upside down. Y/N is no ordinary teenage girl, however. She has powers and is known as an inhuman to S.H.I.E.L.D. She must continue to go to a brand new school in a brand new city while living the secret life of an Avenger in training.


        “Captain Rogers, this is Y/N Y/L/N. She is an inhuman and could be a valuable member of your team. She is to attend public school, but she will live at the tower. Her identity will remain classified with the exception of the Avengers. When she is to go on missions, she must wear a mask and no civilian or anyone outside your team may know what she can do. Here are her reports,” Fury informed, handing your files to Steve. He quickly opened them and started to flip through them.

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Lie To Me

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N), brief appearances by Sam Winchester, Charlie, Jo and Ellen Harvelle.

Pairing: Dean x Reader (AU)

Word Count: 2669 (with lyrics)

Warnings: Angst, a smudge of fluff, but mostly ANGST. At least I hope there is.

Author’s Note: Hey guys :) This is for my ( @thing-you-do-with-that-thing) Kari’s challenges: “Kari’s favorite things” challenge (I got “Singing Karaoke with Dean- badly”) and her Angst Appreciation Day. I hope I did good. I know it probably just…sucks…*hides face*

**Song that inspired this fic (along with the prompt :)): Lie To Me by Bon Jovi



Lie To Me

The crowd was drunk and wild.

And I loved every second of it. I wasn’t a great singer but I did manage to hold a note every now and then. So when the opportunity for karaoke night came up, I sure as hell wasn’t going to back down from it.

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anonymous asked:

66 & 56 with bts jin, stubborn gf is followed by a stalker and she calls him to come and get her

Thanks for your request, I hope that you like it!

-Mary

66: “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

56: “Can I hold your hand?”


You sigh, stretching yourself in your chair.

“Just five minutes more. You can do it Y/N.” You murmur silently.

You run your hand through your hair, and just when you were about to get up from your chair, you feel a hand touching your shoulder, making you jump a little bit in surprise.

“Y/L/N, you can go home already.” Says your boss. You smile gently at her, and get up.

She leaves quickly, and you begin gathering up all your stuff.

As you’re walking down the street you start feeling a strange feeling traveling all along your body. You turn around, but you don’t see anyone. You frown in confusion.

“Maybe it was just my imagination.” You think.

A few minutes later you still feel that weird sensation that someone’s following you, so you decide to turn around once more, and this time you see a man dressed in all black, a mask and baenie keeping you from seeing his face.

You begin walking faster, and as you turn around once more to check if he’s still there, you see how he has also begin walking faster, each step letting less space between the two of you.

You start panicking a little bit, but choose not to do anything, being as stubborn as you are.

It’s not until you feel the man practically right next to you that you opt to call your boyfriend Jin to come pick you up, fear nearly about to fill up completely your body.

“Hi baby, are you okay?”

“Kinda.” You whisper.

“Kinda? Where are you Y/N? What happened?”

“I think a man is following me and I’m getting really scared.”

“I’m coming to pick you up right now, where are you?”

“Umm…I’m about to reach the park that’s a few block away from our apartment, the one we go sometimes at night to take a walk.”

“Okay, go inside the park and walk around there until I arrive, if he comes too close before we meet, call the police.”

“The police? Isn’t that too much?” You continue whispering.

“Aish…what am I going to do with you…just wait for me, I’m already in the car.”

A few minutes later, you finally see the figure of your boyfriend reaching you.

“Where’s the man? Did he touched you?” He asks, concerned.

“He left a while after our phone call ended. And no, he didn’t touch me.” I don’t know why, but I feel some tears beginning to form in my eyes, so I decide to suddenly hug Jin.

 "You’re safe now. I’ve got you.“ He whispers caressings my head delicately.

Some minutes later, we start walking towards his car.

 "Can I hold your hand?” I ask shyly.

“Of course you can baby.” He says, laughing lightly, and I proceed to interlace my hand in his.

We pause for a moment to look into each other’s eyes, smiling.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Lights On: A Stiles Stilinski Imagine

So this is based off Lights On by Shawn Mendes because that song is literally my life, and I feel like it is such a Stiles kind of song, if you get what I mean. Anyway, enjoy x 

Damn, you look so good with your clothes on

And I’m not trying to come off too strong
But you know that I can’t help it
‘Cause girl you’re beautiful

From the moment Stiles saw her, he knew he loved her. Of course, it sounded cliche, but he just couldn’t help it. 

Y/N Y/L/N was beautiful. 

And so he made an effort to tell her everyday, smiling at the blushes that always came, and the gentle kisses she’d give him, telling him to stop being silly, to which he always replied, I’m only telling the truth baby. 

He’d lace his fingers through her as they walked to his door. His dad would be at work, and so they’d use the opportunity as a study date. Him wanting to do other things, her actually wanting to study. 

“You know you don’t have to worry about your grades. You’re gonna get in,” he knelt down before the bed that she lay sprawled across, books spread out, so their faces were inches apart. 

“You don’t know that Stiles. I might not get good grades,” she crinkled her forehead in that adorable way he loved, fiddling with the cuffs of that plaid shirt that was slightly too big for her, considering it was actually his. 

But he didn’t care. She looked perfect in it. 

“Of course you are. You’re gonna get into Stanford, graduate, then we’re gonna get married, and move into that house with that picket fence. Maybe get a dog, or a cat, or both, have kids. Grow old, and sit on a creaky old porch watching our grandkids run about. Little mini-mes and mini-yous.”

It was a fantasy he always told her. One she loved, and one he wanted more than anything. 

One that always ended in a kiss.

And I can’t deny I want your body
But I’m a gentleman so I’ll be
The one who takes it slowly
'Cause girl you’re so beautiful

Stiles was always the perfect gentleman. 

He always made sure to do things at her pace. It was one of the many reasons why she loved him. 

Of course, this was only a small factor compared to his kind heart, his adorableness. His honey coloured eyes, his moles that dotted his face. The list continued. 

Y/N Y/L/N wanted to stay with him for the rest of her life. 

She kissed him slowly, passionately, savouring every moment. She felt his hands slide up into her hair as she pushed the jacket off his shoulders, her hands moving up the planes of his chest. 

“You’re beautiful”, he mumbled against her lips. 

“Stop being silly.”

I wanna love you with the lights on
Keep you up all night long
Darling, I wanna see every inch of you
I get lost in the way you move

Y/N was sleeping, her head against Stiles’ chest, her hair tickling his skin. 

He didn’t mind though. As long as he was with her, that was what mattered. 

He wasn’t tired, and falling asleep would only stop him from seeing her beautiful form in his arms. Of course, he saw her in his dreams, but it wasn’t quite the same. In his dreams, the kisses weren’t real. In his dreams, he couldn’t really feel the softness of her skin against his. In his dreams, he wasn’t really with her. 

Stroking her arm, he placed a kiss into her hair. 

“I love you, beautiful,” he whispered to her, the lights still on. 

He knew she heard him. 

I wanna love you with the lights on
Hold you 'til the night’s gone
Darling, I wanna see every inch of you
I get lost in the way you move
I wanna love you with the lights on

Stiles was asleep when Y/N woke up. 

She turned to face the clock, seeing the time that meant they were late to school. She considered waking her unconscious boyfriend, but with his eyelashes fluttering and his chest moving, she thought better of it. 

They could miss one day. As he always said, it’s not like either of them had to worry about their grades. 

Snuggling back into his chest, noticing how the lights were still on, she felt him stir. 

“You know, you’re beautiful in the mornings.”

“Stop being silly.”

“Good morning to you too.”

She kissed him, his hand cupping her cheek as he kissed her back with just as much love and desire.

“Morning.”

So there was this post with ‘write your name without the letters  E,F,R,S,K,I,M,L,C,A,Y,N’ but it dissapeared but I GOT TO COPy THEM FIRST and guess what? My name is U. Just U. All the other letters are gone. Now I’m U. I am u. I am you. I am you and I know all of your secrets. I know all about u. about you.

Defending Love (Choi Taejoon)

Type: Angst Fluff

Request: hello :) i’ve been a silent (daily) reader for quite a while and i was wondering if you were willing to do a scenario about Choi Taejoon? i started watching Hello Counselor and he’s just soooo good. like, his secret girlfriend is a guest mc and there’s a ‘concern’ that really bothers her or someone upsets/insults her and he defends her? if that makes any sense. *sheepish grin* thank you

~honestly I know very little about the show but I will try my best (sorry if its not right), also I am making the reader foreign in appearance (sorry if you’re not!)  


“Comedian Y/N L/N” was called as you posed “good evening” you say calmly as Taejoon was introduce next. “First of all Y/N, you don’t seem like someone who would be on a show like this” Dongyup commented as you sighed. “I have an open mind and want to help people” you tell them seriously “Taejoon called me up and asked if I wanted to be on at some point. I think he thinks since I’m foreign I know more about life or something” you say earning a laugh from the audience. “I know as much as the next person but I’m willing to pass on what I’ve learned even if it’s not vast” you tell them.

Soon you picked up the cards in front of you “oh I see I’m reading this” you say as you took a deep breath. “Hello I am a 22 year old Korean woman and have been living with a strict family who have a problem with my boyfriend. He’s not from Korea or Asia in general. He’s a foreigner” you started as Taejoon played the father “they often tell me ‘you should be dating a nice Korean man. Not some foreigner who has no understanding of the Korean culture’ they make me feel bad for liking someone who makes me happy and feel loved” he read understanding exactly how she felt because of his love for you. 

“I want to be able to have them over and my boyfriend and not feel like they are going to be at each others throats” you finish as you put the card down. “This hits close to home actually. The first boy I ever dated, had to break up with me because his parents weren’t accepting towards me. He wasn’t even allowed to really be my friend anymore after that” you spoke as the hosts made sounds as you spoke. “As a foreigner I fear meeting parents or close minded people but as of recently I was able to meet a man and his family who find me very interesting and they’re very happy to have me dating their son” you tell them all as cheers filled “I want to help this situation” you say excited.

 “lets welcome our guest” Taegyun spoke as a young woman soon made her way down the slide. “Hello” you all greeted her. “So when did you bring your boyfriend to meet them” Youngja asked her “well they really haven’t met in person” she started as you made a sound “you told them about him and they instantly commented on it?” Taejoon asked her as she nodded. “How long have you been dating?” you asked her “nearly 2 years” she told you “oh then you really should have them meet very soon. You’re young but if you’re seeing something with this relationship you need to have them meet” you tell her.

“Lets meet the parents and see why they’re like this” Chanwoo spoke as your eyes went to the crowd to the people with microphones. “Why aren’t you okay with them dating?” you asked them “we don’t want our daughter dating someone outside of Korean decent” her mother spoke “but why?” Taejoon spoke up “it’s not respectful towards us” her father told “but why?” you repeat as they started laughing “you wouldn’t understand” you were told as you instantly made a face that sent the crowd laughing. “I wouldn’t understand what it’s like being in an interracial/international relationship?” you asked “I can say there’s nothing wrong with it. As someone who’s also been in a relationship in that way” Taejoon said. “I don’t see anything wrong with it either” Dongyup told as he patted your shoulder. 

“He’s probably a very lovable man” Youngja says to the girl who blushed but nodded. “Do you have a problem with the appearance more or the cultural difference?” you asked the pair “appearance” her mother told. “Well all I can say as the foreigner in the relationship, parents are the hardest thing to please when they won’t be willing to even consider me because I don’t look Asian. If you were visiting a foreign land would you be okay for not being allowed into a conversation or into someone’s household because you’re Asian?” you asked them. “I don’t think it’s right” you were told. “I think you should be opened more to the idea that he’s in love with your daughter and she’s in love with him. Being different in appearance should never stop you. I wouldn't” Taejoon spoke as he looked right at you. 

“In conclusion give it a try and if you don’t like his personality then give your daughter hell” you tell them. “Will you be willing to meet him just once?” she asked them as the nodded. 

After she left you guys were taking a moment to breath “why were you two staring at each other like that?” Chanwoo called you two out.

“Tightrope Walking” - Part 7

“Tightrope Walking” - Part 7

(Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6)

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Bruce Wayne x Reader - Romantic Relationship

Jim Gordon x Reader - Father/Daughter Relationship

Jerome Valeska x Reader - Past Friendship

Word Count: 1,200-ish

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: None that I can tell. Let me know if I missed anything

Originally posted by peculiar-p0st

Summary: The Aftermath

Author’s Note: This is the end of this series. I may do an epilogue at some point. But I hope you guys have enjoyed this series!

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

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- DreaSaurusREX


You woke up to the sound of a heart monitor beeping steadily and a comfortable warmth around your hand. You slowly open your eyes and have to blink a few times to get adjusted to the light. But when you do adapt, you see you’re in Gotham General. Then you look around and see your four favorite men.

Bruce was in a chair next to you holding your hand as he had his head leaning against your bed. His chest was slowly rising and falling, meaning he was asleep. Jim was in a chair on the opposite side of your bed, also asleep. Alfred was looking at the view outside the window, and Harvey was standing with him. They were chatting about something in hushed tones, probably not to wake the other two up.

It felt as if you had eaten cotton balls your throat was so dry. So instead of speaking to let them know you were awake, you just squeezed Bruce’s hand a few times. He slowly stirred awake and lifted his head, rubbing his eye with his free hand before really realizing the situation.

“Hey there, sleepyhead.” You managed to speak, but it came out very scratchy.

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The Tonight Show - Avengers x Reader

AN: Ok, ‘Hidden Talent’ had such a popular result so I decided to do a similar thing with The Tonight Show With Jimmy Fallon with the Musical Impressions feature he does.

Hope you all enjoy xx

Just a note, I’ve changed the lyrics to help with the impressions x
… … … … … … …

“I’d like to welcome Y/N L/N to join us!” Jimmy Fallon announced and you jolted, quickly walking on stage.
You elegantly flopped into the chair making the audience laugh.
“So, Y/N, can I call you Y/N?” Jimmy started off.
You laughed. “You can call me anything you like as long as it’s not one of Stark’s stupid nicknames.”
Jimmy and the audience laughed. Fallon hit the table with his hand in his laughter.
“Okay, then, Y/N, I thought we could play a little game.”
“Oh god. As long as Tony didn’t come up with this it’s fine.” Everybody laughed again as Jimmy cracked up.
“I can safely say he had nothing to do with this.”
You feigned mopping your brow to the audience which got a few chuckles
Jimmy tried to keep a face before the pair of you cracked up.
“Right, so we’re playing Musical Impressions.” He told you and produced the button on its square. “This is the button and it’ll produce an artist and a song.”
You nodded and smoothed out your outfit. “Right okay.”
“Here’s your mike.” He handed you a microphone and you practically squealed.
“OMG IT’S PRACTICALLY HOLOGRAPHIC!!!” Everybody cracked up. “Seriously, I feel like I’ve just stepped out of one of those edgy Instagram photos.”
Jimmy laughed as he spoke again. “Right okay. Tap the button.”
You gingerly poked the button and waited for the screen to show the results.
Cher - Folgers Coffee Jingle
You cringed as the audience reacted to the choice.
“Do you know that?” Jimmy looked at you.
“I probably know every food chains jingle with the amount of food that goes through the team.” Jimmy laughed and music began to play.
You sat up straight and lowered your voice.
‘The best part of waking up is Folgers in a cup’
Jimmy was laughed hard. He then did an impression of David Bowie singing Grand Old Flag.
It was your turn again and you hit the button. Christina Aguilera - The Wheels on the Bus.
You laughed. “Ooo this could be fun.”
“It could.”
‘Oh oo.
The wheels on the bus go,
They go round and oh round and I oh
They go ooo oh,
They go round and round and ooo,
The wheels on the bus oh,
They go!
Round and round and ohh
They go round and round oh,
They go round oh oh oh ooo
Round!’
You really belted that one out and the audience was ecstatic as Jimmy made a joke about wanting the recording.
“Ok. Right no more Show, gotta go.”
Jimmy pretended to walk off stage and the audience laughed.
Jimmy Fallon then did an impression of Sting singing The Alphabet song. You cracked up at his interpretation of it. You sat up with a straight face only for it to crumble when Jimmy burst into a fit of laughter.
“Last one, Y/N. Let’s go girl.”
Your results came up as Celine Dion - Can’t Feel My Face.
You looked out to the band on the left of the stage. “Can we go high for this? I feel that Celine would modulate a bit.”
The band started to play as the audience laughed.
'I can’t feel my face when I’m with you,
But I love it so much! But I love it, so do you!
I can’t feel my face when I’m with you.
Oh oh oh, when I’m with you, oh oh.“
You were about to continue when you phone awkwardly rang. You blushed madly. You answered it.
“Tony Stark. Now is not the time.” The room burst into hysterics of laughter.
“Next time you can sing like that, let me get you a record deal. Oh yeah, and Winter Wonderland said he has a surprise for you.” He then promptly hung up the phone.